Snap
Z snapped their fingers and on cue, Brutus torn Raphael’s pinkie back. Z just watched, bemused as Raphael's face tightened in pain and drew in a deep breath. But instead of screaming, they were startled as Raphael began to laugh, chest shaking.
"That was so perfect!" Raphael grinned up at Z. “You MUST have practiced that, don't tell me you didn't."
".....excuse me?"
"The whole 'I snap my fingers, you snap his'? Very clever, well done." Raphael slapped a patronizing smile over his face, hiding the pain that was throbbing in his hand. "You should be quite pleased with yourself." He turned to Brutus, not missing the look shared between Z and their goon. "I must say, you played your part beautifu-LLY!"
His words ended an octave higher as Brutus crushed a finger on his other hand.
